Amanda and Hunter

It was July 1997. Barry was four months old at the time, and Cathy and I were still married and living together, but had decided to split before school started. The house that had been more than adequate when I’d bought it two years before had been great for me and Steve, and had been just fine when my cousin Seth moved in with us. It had been a little cramped when I married Cathy, and she’d moved in with Corey; but, that had only been a couple of months before Seth graduated and moved back in with his parents. However, I’d had to take custody of my nephew Tommy a few months before, he and Corey were having to share a room, and things were now a little crowded and occasionally tense. Since Barry was now only taking one night time feeding - and sometimes none at all - we’d decided it would be best to start the school year with the boy’s in the proper houses.

Cathy had taken the last 6 weeks or so of her pregnancy off work and had been dying to get back to it. Steve had done a great job of watching Barry for us, but I wasn’t going to ruin his summer plans because we needed a sitter. When he took off to spend a month at camp (two weeks at a high school camp and two weeks as a junior counselor at an upper elementary camp), I invited my sister, Amanda, to stay with us. She was excited because, at 14, I was offering her what seemed a huge sum of money. Her mom (if you don’t remember, Amanda’s mom, Mary, was my third step-mom) was excited because the two of them were getting into the whole ‘mother-daughter, alpha-female' games that happen when the daughter hits the teens.

Cathy and I tried to vary our schedules, but Amanda was going to be home by herself on a regular basis, so we made some firm, but easy rules. I had an approved list of friends (all female) that she could have over, one at a time, and she couldn’t be on the phone all day. She had a few very simple chores that mostly consisted of cleaning up after herself. For that, and taking care of Barry, she earned her first regular paycheck.

It seemed like ‘Manda was doing a great job. Barry seemed happy with her and wasn’t throwing a fit when Cathy or I left the house (which caused a small scene with Cathy, but that’s another story), so I decided that Amanda deserved a reward. I arranged with my mom to watch Barry one afternoon, and I was going to take ‘Manda to see whatever movie with the popular, hot guy was showing at that point, grab a bite of lunch, and even do a little shopping.

I knew there was going to be trouble as soon as I got home, since the first thing I noticed was a boy’s BMX bike sitting in my front lawn. Since it didn’t belong to any of my boys, that left one, rather unpleasant possibility.

I entered the house quietly, but hadn’t needed to bother. Amanda was sitting on the couch with a boy I recognized, kissing. They didn’t even notice me at first, since they were very intent on what they were doing. Amanda’s bra was laying on the couch beside her, and the boy had one hand up her shirt and the other under her skirt. On the other side, his jean shorts were open and she had her hand shoved down the front of them. When I stepped into the room, the boy saw the movement and jerked back, upsetting Amanda for as long as it took her to realize that I was standing there. Then she was upset for a whole different reason.

As soon as the boy had looked at me, I’d been sure of who it was. His name was Hunter De La Paz, the son of an old friend of mine. Rudy and I had known each other from the time we were 9 and had been best friends for a while, when he was into comics. After finishing high school, we’d not seen each other for years, until Rudy decided that he missed comics and he’d been coming into my stores for years at this time.

Both of them looked very upset to see me, and Amanda snapped, "What are you doing here?" as if I had no right to be in my own home.

"Well, I’d come to take you to the movies, as a treat for what good work you’ve been doing. I guess you had me fooled there." I paused to glare at them, then shifted into a very authoritative voice. "Get up! Both of you!"

Amanda was obviously unhappy, but Hunter looked like he was going to be sick. Rudy - his dad - was a pretty devout Catholic and Hunter and I both knew he’d catch all kinds of trouble for something like this.

"Do either one of you want to tell me that you really think this was okay or try to tell me why you shouldn’t be in any trouble?

Neither of them cared to take that dare. I just stared at them for a minute until they both began to fidget. Amanda’s clothes had fallen back into place as she stood, but Hunter was trying to hold his pants up. At one point, he started to fasten them, but stopped when I snapped my fingers at him. He looked up to see me glaring at him and quailed back to just standing there, examining his feet, until I spoke again.

"Hunter, unless you knew you weren’t supposed to be over here, then you didn’t do anything that I consider major league wrong. You two were going way too far for your age, but, while I don’t approve of it, I don’t think I can punish you for it. So here’s what we’re going to do, and I want you to be honest with me. If you did know that you weren’t supposed to be over here, then you can take your punishment from me and get it over with, or you can go on home and I’ll call your dad this evening. If you didn’t know, then go on home. I’ll still call your dad and let him know what was going on, but I won’t tell him you were breaking the rules about being here."

Have you ever seen a Hispanic kid turn green. It was more an olive shade actually, but it was blatant that Hunter did not want his very conservative, and apparently very strict, father knowing what he’d been up to.

"But if you punish me now, you won’t call my dad?"

"If," I stressed, "you take your punishment from me, then I’ll consider the matter closed, as long as you promise you won’t be coming back over here without supervision. Mine or my wife's, I mean," I added just to make sure they didn’t start looking for loopholes.

"I knew I wasn’t supposed to come over," Hunter admitted sheepishly. I’ve never been sure if he really did know that, or if he was accepting the blame to avoid his dad finding out.

"Okay, you two wait right there."

I went to the nursery to check on Barry. He was dry and having a slightly early nap, so she must have been keeping an eye on him. I stepped into Steve’s room for a second, then returned to the living room with a flat backed, wooden hairbrush. Amanda blanched when she saw it. Her mom used a brush to spank her up until a couple of years before, and I’d paddled her before, but not since she was about 11, and never with the brush. She tried to argue with me about it, but I cut her off. She knew that she’d been wrong on so many levels I didn’t even feel like discussing it.

I headed towards the couch and took her arm as I passed her. She trailed behind me until I sat down, then she fell across my lap without me really having to give her arm a tug. It had been a long time since I’d punished my sister, but she knew I was implacable once I’d made up my mind, and had long since learned it was better to just go along and get it over with.

The navy blue skirt Amanda was wearing hit about mid-thigh. I flipped the back of it up, revealing a pair of off-white cotton panties with lace worked around the waist and leg bands. I began to rub the brush against her bottom, deciding exactly how to approach this. Amanda had been a tom-boy all her life (she had 5 older brothers, what did you expect), and the last time I’d spanked her, she was still built like a boy. She was still very active, playing volleyball, basketball, and softball in middle school, but she’d also filled out. Her chest wasn’t huge, but it was far from flat, and her bottom was round and ample enough to fill those panties nicely. She was firm and toned, but far from scrawny.

I lifted the brush, then a thought occurred to me and I looked up. Hunter was standing there with his hands at his side, staring at the scene about to unfold. His jeans had fallen down a bit. I’d already noticed the white waistband of his Tommy Hilfiger shorts, but the jeans falling open had exposed that he was wearing navy blue boxers with a white button on the fly.

"Hunter," I said, watching him jump from his reverie as I addressed him, "you’re next so get those clothes off."

"Off?"

"You heard me, boy. Move!"

I watched while he started to take his shirt off, then turned my attention back to ‘Manda. She’d also turned to look at the boy and was watching enrapt as he lifted the shirt, exposing a very nice belly. I drew her attention back to me with the first pop of the brush. I glanced up to see that Hunter’s attention had also come back to me, and it seemed obvious that the noise the brush made, smacking down on her little rear, had startled him.

I slowly circled the target, bringing the brush down again and again. Since I had chosen to work with an obscured canvas, I was being very careful with the placement at first. Every smack stayed on her panties and they quickly changed from white to a glowing rose.

Amanda tried to be brave with her little boyfriend watching, but it didn’t take long for me to break through her composure. She managed to stay still at first, but she was quickly let us know how uncomfortable she was growing. As her bottom drained the heat out of the brush, she began to kick her little feet up and down against the cushion of the couch. Then I could see her arms working as she grabbed hold of a cushion, holding on hard, so as not to try to cover her bottom and get her hand smacked. After I was sure her entire bottom had been covered, I sped up the swats, making them much lighter, but switching to almost all wrist action for plenty of sting. That’s when she lost it and her yips and yelps changed to real crying.

I thought she had enough and finished with three, firmer swats on the upper part of each leg, leaving a roughly triangular shape that would stay with her for a bit. I flipped her skirt down, then lifted and turned her to sit in my lap for a second. After a brief hug and a kiss, I turned my attention to Hunter, I realized that he wasn’t real good about following instructions.

"I thought I told you to get your clothes off."

The boy was again startled at me addressing him. He was standing there in his boxers, which did nothing to disguise the fact that he’d enjoyed the show. Physically, there was no doubt why Amanda was interested. He had a baseball players build - a narrow waist, rippling stomach, his pecs were firm and well-defined, though not yet prominent, but he did already have broad shoulders. His legs were long, with firm, defined calves, but only lightly haired. His face was as nice looking as his body. He was pure Hispanic with silky, collar length black hair he parted on the side, but which still fell nearly to his eyes, which were so dark you’d think they were black. His eyelashes were long and thick, like women pay to try to have. His features were almost regal, with a strong chin, full mouth, a narrow nose, and high cheeks. I could have very easily been lost in admiring him, except for his answer.

"You didn’t spank her that way."

"No, I didn’t; but, as you seem to have noticed, girls and boys aren’t alike. Now, if you’ve changed your mind about letting your dad decide what to do…" I trailed off, but didn’t really need to say anymore. Hunter, sighed deeply, looked at Amanda and blushed a bit, then shoved his boxers down. He stood up with them in his hand and tossed them into Cathy’s arm chair, where his blue jean shorts and polo shirt already lay.

As he stood, he exposed the rest of himself, and it was as nice as the rest of the view. He had a thick bush of black pubic hair, which was just starting to grow down onto his balls and just a few scattered hairs looked like they were starting the trip up to his belly. The skin under his boxers was much lighter than most of his body, but his penis and scrotum were darker. It was definitely nice, though. Hunter was uncut and the crown was just peaking out of it’s hood, but the hood didn’t hide that he had a prominent corona. I didn’t get to measure it but, at 14, I’d say he was already a little longer than me - maybe 6 ½ inches or even a bit more; but, his balls were real danglers, hanging big and loose below his handsome cock.

He started to move towards me for his spanking, but then stopped and looked confused, since Amanda was still in my lap. She was still crying, but I gently pushed her head from my shoulder and moved her to sit beside me on the couch, then I stood. As I was standing up, I saw that Amanda’s eyes had gone wide at the naked boy in front of her. Amanda had seen our little brother, Aaron naked before, but Hunter might be the first fairly mature male she’d ever seen that way, but it was what I was counting on.

Hunter was still looking unsure of what was happening when I stood, but his face blanched to the color of old ivory as my hands reached for my pants, unfastened my belt, and began to slide it from it’s loops. As I doubled the strap up and stepped towards him, he took half a step back.

"I’ve known your father since we were 9 years old, Hunter. I’ve seen your Grandpa take a belt to him and your uncles, and I was even bent over the bed beside them once. You’re not going to try to tell me that you’ve never felt leather on your bare butt before, are you?"

I saw his throat work up and down as he tried to swallow before finally answering, "No, sir."

I stepped past him and took his upper left arm in my left hand. With no further warning, I snapped the belt down across his full, firm butt. The cracking leather caught him by surprise and he hissed and jumped just a bit, but enough to set his dick bobbing like a just-used diving board.

He took the second swat better since he was expecting it. He did flinch hard when it landed, leaving a second red stripe across his cheeks. I took my time at first, giving him plenty of time to recover between each swat, but the pain was building and he reacted more to each swat.

Have you ever seen a naked boy jumping and squirming while a belt smacks his butt? It’s quite a sight. And Amanda was getting the full effect. It’s funny enough ordinarily, but it’s hilarious when the boy’s starting with a stiffy. It didn’t take long for him to lose that, though. And as stroke after stroke landed, he was soon jumping around and dancing, trying to get away from me, but not actively fighting. His hand was flying back to protect his bottom, then he was yanking it away when it hurt worse than his butt.

Still, at 14, Hunter was nearly as tall as I was, and in much better shape. I had a firm grip on his arm, and he was pretty distracted, but he was still moving around so much it was hard for me to keep a hold on him. By the time he went from yelping and sobbing to real crying, I just couldn’t keep him close, so I pushed him across the arm of the couch on the other side from Amanda, to finish.

In that position, I had a much better view of his backside, and it was already a very dark red in most places. I slowed down a bit and very carefully placed a few more swats across his butt to even out the coloring, so his whole rear end was not quite crimson. I could tell by the sound of his voice that he was almost ready to break, but I didn’t think he really deserved that, so I stopped. Since he hadn’t gone over the edge, he was quickly fighting to get a hold of himself. At least, he was until he felt me start to draw the belt across his legs. Rudy must have done that to him before, because he started to get panicky as soon as the felt it.

I’d wanted Amanda to see that. I’d made him strap-dance instead of putting him over my lap for the brush (which is what I would have preferred) and I was happy to see him crying and panicking, because I wanted both of them to realize that he was still a boy, just like she was still a girl. It wouldn’t make them less horny, but it might make them behave a little better - or at least more cautiously.

I didn't swat his legs, because I was pretty sure he'd already had enough. Instead, I left him laying there over the arm of the couch for a minute, but then I took his shoulder, pulled him up, and turned him around. Tears were still running down his face and his lips were trembling, but he was getting in control of himself. I pulled him into a hug. He resisted for a second, then collapsed against me.

I held the boy for a minute, letting him cry against my shoulder, rocking him back and forth, comforting him. After a minute, when he had his crying under control, he tried to pull away and I allowed it this time.

"Get your boxers back on, boy. I don’t want you running around naked in front of my sister."

The boy googled at me for the incongruity of that statement, since I was the one who’d told him to strip in the first place. Still, he was obviously embarrassed and happy enough to get them back on. And I did love watching him walk across the room to Cathy’s chair with those red stripes showing on his tight butt.

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Amanda and Hunter did see each other after that, but it was fairly controlled. Hunter and I had a long talk, not just about sex, but about the fact that my parents had been in their teens when I was born and that it could have been much better for everybody if they’d just waited. I guess he took me seriously. He turned really dark red - kind of brick red - when I told him that cold showers and masturbation were the best ways to deal with it prior to marriage.

Not that we trusted them for a while. They were allowed to see each other, but it was with Cathy or me, or it was with his parents, or on a double date with Steve. Still, they did go steady for quite a while, and even went to prom together. It was only when they went to separate colleges that they finally broke up.

I never had to punish Hunter after that, but we stayed in touch, even after he and Amanda went there separate ways. After a while, he confided in me that his dad would have grounded him for the entire summer, then sent him to a boy’s school if he’d found out about it. He would have been a lot happier without the whipping, but it wasn’t the first, last, or worst one he’d gotten. It might not have even been the most embarrassing, since he wasn’t sure the one he’d gotten in front of his younger brother and a couple of cousins might not have been worse.

Hunter came by to talk to me when Amanda got married, and again when he got married last year. I wasn’t able to attend his, but he confided in me at that time that, largely thanks to me, he was going to his marriage bed a virgin.